The trailers for this movie made it look like a rugged, action-oriented film, which I thought would be a more likable fare than what we normally get out of Jodie Foster. Unfortunately, the trailers greatly misrepresented the film. What little action there is only seemed to be a set-up for the hours of mind-numbing drama. And I’m not talking about the Anthony Hopkins, Meryl Streep, good kind of drama… I’m talking about the painful, boring, I-want-my-money-back Jodie Foster type of drama.

The plot and the dialog were fairly predictable—I found myself saying the lines along with the actors even though I had never seen it before.

The movie did break new ground in one early scene, in an artsy and disturbing fashion, when visuals of a battered and bloody woman being moved around by emergency room doctors were intermixed with visuals of her sexual experiences. The scene relates the paramedics moving her on the gurney to her lover moving her on the bed, and the nurse cutting off her clothes to her lover removing them, and so on. It’s a very uncomfortable, and very vivid bit of cinema that quite clearly draws an undeniable connection between sex and violence.